who's that i see walkin' in these woods

[triskeles]

	ʟɪʟ' ʀᴇᴅ ʀɪᴅɪɴ' ʜᴏᴏᴅ     i don't think even big girls     should go walkin' in these     spooky old woods alone

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[triskeles]

[ This girl definitely talks a lot. Derek, however, remains charmed by it rather than annoyed. When she gets on her tangent, he cocks an ear towards her to listen, and make it obvious that he is.

When he answers, it takes him a moment to decide how to go about it. Now that he's got an idea of who she is, he can think of who her mother is as well. There's a slight bob of his head-- yes, definitely a wolf-- but then he pauses and regards her as he walks slowly, making sure she keeps up without any trouble. To answer her question about his siblings, he noses at her, once, before offering a nod. ]

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[Talks a lot is kind of an understatement. She stares at him as he responds to her, dropping her left hand to curl slowly in the fur at his ruff, giggling softly at the way he noses at her.]

You have a big family...a pack! A big pack. I guess if I had a pack, it'd be me, and my dad, and my mom, and Scott, and Scott's mom. [And she makes a face.] But not Scott's dad. I'd kick him out and we'd be a big happy family, together. And my dad'd...[What's it called...] he'd be the alpha! Rrrrr.

[triskeles]

[ Not in the least bit bothered by her fingers curling in his hackles, he continues along, making sure that the path he takes is as even as it can be. He's fast, and could catch her, but he doesn't want her to trip anywhere if she snags on a root or a rock or some errant hole.

There's a nod in response to the pack comment, but then he lifts his head a little to look up at her as she talks about her own pack. With a soft snort, he rumbles back at her in confirmation. He's sure the officer would be a good alpha. ]

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[...Which is a thing she would do, to be completely honest. Stiles keeps her fingers curled in his fur and even reaches her other hand forward to scratch him behind the ear once, fascinated by her new companion.]

Scott's dad is a butt. [Decisively.] But Scott's like the best ever. I bet he'll be so mad when I tell him I got to hang out with a real live wolf!

[triskeles]

[ Cocking his head back against her hand, he briefly lets his eyes fall half-shut with the scratch, grumbling a contented noise at her before she pulls back.

The grumble turns into a derisive snort at the comment regarding her friend's dad, but he figures he'll take her word for it. And then he puffs up as if he's preening, showing off for her so she has a good story to take back later. ]